Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by UT. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
the Normal,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Camberwell Now,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Tom Boy,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.